Sophomore Year, Part 3
I’m wrapping up my Sophomore year for you today.
I last left you at…“And then I met a boy.”
Circling back to the post that started this all, My Inner Nerd, I have to explain something quickly. Being a nerd, I was in advanced math at my old high school. When I moved to CHS, I learned that they did math “differently”, meaning that you didn’t follow the normal plan of Pre-Algebra, Geometry, Advanced Algebra, Trigonometry, and then Calculus. No, CHS had Math 9, Math 10, Math 11, and Calculus. It was “integrated math” where you got a little bit of everything each year, without labels. It was weird.
So being the nerd that I
am was, when I started at CHS, it was determined that taking Math 10 would be too easy for me, so I was lumped into the last section of Advanced Algebra (the integrated math program was new to my class, so those older than me were still in “normal” math classes) with a bunch of juniors.
Advanced Algebra was easy for me. I’ve always found algebra to be easy (nerd). It was soon apparent that I was perhaps the best in the class and I got a lot of attention for it. Mostly from the boys that didn’t really care to learn and knew that I would help them. There were two boys in particular…John and Don. I’m using their real names because I see no reason not to use them.
John and Don were friends. They played Varsity baseball, while I was playing JV softball. Advanced Algebra let us get to know each other a little more. Don was the semi-trouble maker, cute guy with huge dimples. He wore tight Levi’s and sometimes a cowboy hat. He was CUTE. And a total flirt. I instantly fell for Don. I loved to flirt with him…and I sure he enjoyed it too.
John was more of your “boy next door” type. Cute, but nothing to write home about. He and I talked a lot, and he flirted with me, but I had my sights set on Don.
Until John called me one night and asked me out on a date. Wait, what?? John?? No, no, no. It’s not supposed to be John!! In typical bitchy high school fashion, I turned him down.
Two weeks later, he asked me out again. This time, I seriously had something going on, so it was easy to tell him no. But we began talking a little more, and I realized that as long as John liked me, I had zero chance with Don. Plus, Don was the bad boy…and he would never date me, little goody two-shoes. More likely, he would use me and throw me to the curb.
So the next time John called and asked me out (persistent little punk, huh?) I said yes. We made a plan to do something that coming Saturday, after my double-header softball game. John came and watched my game, and then gave me time to go home and get cleaned up before coming over.
This was my first “real” date. I was very excited…and nervous. My parents didn’t help things when they all of a sudden told me they were leaving the house and to have a good time. WHAT?!?! My parents were leaving me at the house with this guy? How messed up is that? I guess I should have looked at it as a good thing, that they really trusted me. But at the time, I was just so confused and nervous…it just added pressure.
I don’t even remember what we did on that first date. I’m sure we went to dinner and then bowling or to a movie or something. And like my first ever real kiss, I don’t remember all the details, but I do remember that John wasn’t that great of a kisser. I remember slobber and teeth. What is with my luck?? That’s okay though…there was enough attraction there for me to overlook it.
John and I started spending more time together, and before we knew it, we were a couple. We were the school’s newest couple, so it was kind of a big deal. While many of the upper class men had no idea who I was up until that point, they soon learned.
While all of this young romance was going on, good things were also happening in softball. During a tournament, the Varsity coach happened to come to watch, and he liked how I played. I was pulled up to Varsity for the tournament season (districts, regionals, etc.). I was mainly used as a “pinch runner” for our pitcher. That means that after she got a hit and got on base, I would go and run the bases for her. Our pitcher was excellent and we couldn’t risk her getting hurt, plus she was slower and I was really quick. While I didn’t really “play”, I was content running bases since it meant that I was part of the Varsity team.
Picture of me in my “Varsity” uniform before my first game as a Varsity player
Once I was “accepted” by the other teammates, and got to know some of the Varsity boys (the two teams traveled together), I started to learn some interesting information about John. Stuff I was willing, at the time, to ignore.
End Sophomore Year, Part 3. The next in my high school series, Junior Year, will be posted on Tuesday, October 19.
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